Part 19 (1/2)
Will They Ever Know?
By Henry Ammerman JAN. 28-The initial findings in the probe of the Jan. 22 crash of an American Airlines Convair point to a sharp, almost vertical drop of the plane. When it was noted that this must have resulted from a radical equipment breakdown, chief CAB investigator Joseph O. Fluet said he was not yet ready to draw any conclusions.
But another official, speaking off the record, speculated that the pilot might have tried to pull the plane upward in a desperate effort to redirect the crash away from Battin High School, leading to a stall, which caused it to plummet directly to earth. He noted that the pilot, Timothy Barnes, had grown up in Elizabeth and had graduated from Hamilton Junior High and Thomas Jefferson High School. He lived only a few blocks from Battin.
Captain Barnes surely realized the possible implications of cras.h.i.+ng into that particular building on a school day.
17.
Miri ”Life goes on” became Irene's mantra. If Miri heard that expression one more time she was sure she would explode, just like the planes. If life goes on, then why shouldn't she go with Frekki Stra.s.ser to the Paper Mill Playhouse?
”Out of the question,” Irene said.
”Because...” Miri prompted.
”Because you can't trust the Monskys.”
”You think Frekki is going to kidnap me and send me to another planet in a flying saucer?”
”You'll discuss it with your mother.”
”Ben Sapphire wants to take you to Miami Beach,” she told Irene. ”Who's to say he's not going to kidnap you and take you on a flying saucer?”
”I should be so lucky.”
”You'd like to get on a flying saucer with Ben Sapphire?”
”What's all this about flying saucers?”
It was true that Ben Sapphire wanted to take Irene on a trip to Miami Beach. He reminded them his wife was heading there when her plane went down in the Elizabeth River. As if they needed reminding. Miri still saw that plane in her sleep. She could feel the heat. She'd wake up drenched with sweat and have to change her pajamas. Once she was awake she found it hard to get back to sleep. To calm her nerves, to take her mind off Plane Crash City, she'd look into her kaleidoscope, telling herself, You're getting sleepy, you're getting very sleepy...If all else failed there were stories in the paper that gave her other things to think about.
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One of many candid camera shots taken during the play ”Goodbye, My Fancy,” presented by the Vail-Deane School Dramatic Club, a.s.sisted by the Pingry Players.
You could tell the pretty blonde in the photo in the paper wearing the strapless dress with a full skirt was the lead. She was probably the most popular girl at Vail-Deane. Miri imagined herself at Vail-Deane, wearing a blue jumper and white blouse, the school uniform. All the girls at Vail-Deane were rich. They dated the boys at Pingry, who came from the same kinds of families. Some of the boys crossed themselves before basketball games. Miri had been to a game once with Suzanne, who had a cousin at Pingry. All of them went off to fancy colleges. Then they married each other and lived in single-family houses with big backyards, had chubby babies and drank themselves to death. Miri knew the part about drinking themselves to death wasn't necessarily true. She was just trying it out to make their lives seem less perfect.
Irene Ben called Irene his ”safety net.” Without you I'm lost. Your warmth calms me. She could think of worse things for a man to say to her. Rusty once accused her of rescuing people the way some people rescue stray animals. The way Mason had rescued Fred. Miri had told her about that, about how he'd found Fred starving and wet in a snowstorm when he was just a puppy. No collar. No tags. Mason had nursed him back to health. Miri knew Irene would respond to that story. But she still wouldn't let the dog into her side of the house. Ben Sapphire, on the other hand, wasn't a dog. He was a grown man who owned apartment buildings in Jersey City and Elizabeth. And he considered himself mishpocheh, one of the family, with her blessing.
She told Rusty she was thinking of taking him up on his offer to go to Miami Beach. They would travel by train. ”Maybe for a week or two, although Ben would like to stay longer.”
From the look on Rusty's face you'd think she'd just announced that a man had landed on the moon.
”He has two bedrooms,” Irene said, ”one for him and one for me, and my own half bath, just a few blocks from the ocean.”
Miri, who wasn't included in this discussion but was listening anyway, kept her mouth shut.
”I know his family,” Irene continued. ”He knows mine. What could go wrong?”
Now Rusty looked at her as if she'd lost her mind.
”You think I don't know he could have any woman he wants-with his real estate and his new Packard? Am I somebody who ever wanted another husband? I have everything I need right here. My family, good friends, plenty to do. But a little adventure-what could be bad?”
”You know what could be bad,” Rusty said.
”You're worried I'll get pregnant?” When Irene laughed, Miri laughed with her.
Rusty, stony-faced, didn't. ”I'm worried about your feelings, your heart-”
”I have pills for my heart.”
”Not if it gets broken.”
”Darling...thank you for caring so much.”
Rusty shook her head and walked out of the room.
Miri stayed and gave Irene a hug.
Daisy Longy had the last appointment of the day. ”You know, Doc, you look like h.e.l.l, no offense meant.”
And it was true. Dr. O had dark circles under his eyes and was so p.o.o.ped at the end of office hours he sometimes took a snooze on the couch before heading home. Daisy was worried and prayed it wasn't his heart. She'd been there when he'd lost his two brothers to back-to-back heart attacks while still in their forties.
”You need a vacation,” Longy said. ”Come to Vegas with me. We'll shoot c.r.a.ps. Eat the best steaks you ever tasted. I'll show you around town.”
”Sounds good, Abe, but I can't get away now.”
”Doc, sometimes when you think you can't, that's the time you have to.” Longy could be very persuasive. ”You like Betty Hutton?”
”Is the pope Catholic?”
Longy laughed. ”She's playing in Vegas next week.”
”I wish I could, Abe.”
Before he left the office, Longy took Daisy aside. ”Help me out on this, Daisy.”
”I'll try, Mr. Zwillman.”
”I'm worried about him.”
”Me, too.”
So Daisy cleared the following Thursday, Friday and Monday, without further discussion.